He barks a laugh, loud and jubilant. He's amazed she's still here. But Carnival was always a place of miracles, one way or other.

"HE'S BEEN LIKE AS TO BE DOING THIS FOR SWEEPS, SISTER. Before all he went to church. BEFORE HE GOT ON AS BEING A SUBJUGGLATOR," He enthuses. "Just matter all of finding one's motherfucking balance proper. KEEP AS FOR STEADY FLOW LIKE ALL CYCLES GONE DEAD AND LIVING, DAWN TO DUSK."

He looks down at her. "You never gone and done?"